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Strange Things

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“You’re awfully quiet today.”

At the softly uttered words, Agnis looked up from the foot of the bed as she finished tucking in the end of the quilt, to see Mavis regarding her with concern in her eyes.

“Is everything all right?”


She and Mavis were in the small bedroom in the small living area just off the main room of Agnis’ shop, where she planned to stay for the winter months. With business being slow at that particular moment, she’d decided it was a good day to try to finish setting things up, and make the living area a little more liveable.


Agnis sighed and sat down on the bed.

“Quoyle knows,” she said quietly after a few moments. “He knows everything. What his father did. Irene. You and me.”

Mavis walked around the bed then sat down beside her. “I take it you didn’t tell him.”

“Not about his father, no.”

“How did he find out?”

“Turns out Bunny’s skinny ghost is not a ghost after all,” Agnis told her. “It was my cousin Nolan. Quoyle spotted him lurking about the house last night, and followed him to his cabin.” She stared unseeingly across the room. “His wife is the one I went to after… when I discovered I was pregnant. She…”

Mavis reached out, and covered Agnis’ hand with hers.

“I didn’t know he was still alive.”

“I’d heard rumours about there being an old Quoyle still living in one of the coves, but didn’t think they were anything more than that, rumours,” Mavis said. “If I’d known, I would have told you.”

Agnis turned, and met Mavis’ eyes. “I know.”

“So, he told Quoyle?”


“What did Quoyle say when he spoke with you?”

A wry smile touched Agnis’ lips. “He told me I should have done to Guy what Silver Melville did to her husband.”

“He’s right, you should have.” Mavis agreed, then looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re upset that he found out the way he did, aren’t you?”

Agnis sighed, and nodded. “I didn’t want him to know. Not about that.”

“I know.”

“He caught me off guard, and I’m afraid I had a minor break down,” Agnis admitted on a whisper, dropping her gaze to the floor. “Not completely, mind you, but more than I am comfortable with.”

“Understandable,” Mavis replied, and stroked her thumb against Agnis’ hand. “What happened after that?”

“He asked if it was possible to move on from something like that. That’s when I showed him the picture of me and Irene, and told him it was.”

“After everything you’ve told me about his wife, I think he really needed to hear that,” Mavis remarked. “Wavey would be a good woman for him.”

“I told him the same thing,” Agnis told her.

Mavis grinned. “Like you, he deserves some happiness. He really is a good man, your nephew.”

“Yes, he is.”

“So, he guessed about us after that?”

Agnis nodded. “I know I should have told him when I told him about Irene, but I…”

“It’s all right, Agnis,” Mavis interrupted her. “This is still new for both of us.”

“Yes it is,” Agnis agreed then raised her head to meet Mavis’ eyes. “I do have feelings for you, Mavis.”

“I know.”

“I’m just not very good at showing them.”

Mavis squeezed Agnis’ hand. “You do better than you think you do.”

Agnis smiled as she turned her hand under Mavis’, laced their fingers together, then used their joined hands to tug Mavis closer. She kissed her gently.

“See,” Mavis murmured softly against Agnis’ lips.

Agnis chuckled, then deepened the kiss. She hummed in approval when Mavis leaned into her, and she found herself on her back on the bed with Mavis half draped over her.

After several long, deep, kisses, Mavis eased her lips from Agnis’, and rose up on her elbow to look down at her.

“Feeling a little better now?”

A warm smile filled Agnis’ face as she gazed up her lover. A swell of deep emotion filled her chest as she nodded. “Yes.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”


“Mmm?” Mavis murmured as she fiddled with the buttons on Agnis’ shirt.

“Are you sure you want to stay here with me? You realize people will start to talk.”

Mavis’ fingers stopped moving, and she lifted her eyes back up to meet Agnis’. “At my age, I no longer care what people think,” she answered, then ventured her own question. “Are you sure you want me to stay here?”

Agnis reached up to tuck a lock of Mavis’ hair behind her ear. “Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t.”

“And I’m sure I want to be here.” Mavis smiled then resumed releasing the buttons on Agnis’ shirt.

“Good,” Agnis replied then moaned when Mavis slipped her hand inside the flannel shirt, under her cotton tee, and stroked her bare stomach. “Mavis?”


“Did you lock the downstairs door?”

A slow, sensuous smile touched Mavis’ lips as her hand steadily crept up to curl around Agnis’ cotton covered breast. “Oh yeah…”